He had sacrificed all of that when his mom was diagnosed with cancer, and now, thanks to all the medical bills, he was left with little except for his...mom's old house--a house so far out in the middle of nowhere that it was impossible to sell.Marcus left the mail on the kitchen counter and stripped off his clothes. The first thing he did after leaving his shift at Pucker was shower. Every time. That place is disgusting. Afterwards Marcus fixes some dinner and settles onto the couch. Reruns of. ”Dahlia asks, “What do you need us to tell her?”“It is probably better if I only tell the one to talk with her. I trust you girls, but the fewer people to know, the better.”Carol pipes up, “What did I tell you about calling us girls?”“Sorry, we have more important things to discuss at the moment. I will try to do better.”“She and I were never friends. Nobody would expect me to slip her a note. I guess I’ll take that job,” volunteers Carol.Looking sad, Moira says, “Jen and I were best friends.. With her legs cuffed apart, her cunt was spread open for me, lips gaping to show the pink insides of her pussy, tinged with red blood. I briefly fucked her with the knife handle, frightening her so that she pissed. I pressed a handkerchief against her pussy to absorb the urine, then pushed it into her mouth."Suck it dry."She began to sob and shook her head slowly from side to side. I punched her in the belly, a few inches above the clit. The air rushed out of her lungs in a whoosh, and she. His balls flicked against the drooping bottom edge of her muff, adding to their rapidly mounting pleasure. "I told you you'd get off on it. This is all part of trusting me, baby."She was too aroused to reply, concentrating upon the pleasure which was building up inside of her ass and pussy. He quickened the tempo of his back and forth strokes, thrusting his dick in and out of her ass as she began to clench and unclench her sphincter muscles in response.The rhythm of their dual movements made.